My Poetry

Alta Vista

I think about the mornings it saved me: a purple dinosaur in the morning. a big, yellow bird in the afternoon.   old plastic bowls full of warm milk and colorful cereal residue. loud weekend living rooms.   cooking pies with cold dirt and pebbles in the white, hard plastic house with pink shutters in… Continue reading Alta Vista

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My Poetry

The Alien in the Alley

The Alien in the Alley   She is hairy and Abstract and lives on the walls with wings dipped in black.   She’s not a cliché fly. She is a jaw-dropping butterfly.   A goddamn mighty butterfly. With vivid, godly wings that are lengthy like sophisticated words. She,   a spellbinding creature, surrounded by bile… Continue reading The Alien in the Alley